Sunday, December 25, 2011



It is in this monumental sadness, I will endeavor to reconstruct some form of sanity, some stability to draw from, and some resemblance of a significant direction to take. I see a beautification of a strange and complicated flower before me, withering away. It has not yet seen its true beauty. It has not yet fed upon the real milk of its true mother. It has not seen the healing which lies within its petals of peculiarity. It has not yet designed its present, nor has it yet encouraged its spiritual past to mirror a loss of unintellectual unmethodical and unmiraculous deeds for the embellishment of its truly perfect future.

We are at a time of dissolutionary wonderment. The unstable awe we bring into our collective psyche seems to hold no natural utopianistic phenomena within its grasp. It holds a certain inevitability of destruction so severe that there we are now starting to imagine no point beyond where we can exist as a species. Most often in the severity of this cataclysmic eventuality, which our minds have added to our evolutionary manifesto, there may not even be a particle of life left for the acknowledgment that the story of the human race ever graced the shores of this wondrously alive planet.

So much inevitability to swallow, as well as the chores we face each day at sunrise. We allow this draconian destiny to prevail in our minds. A heavy burden we own as if it were our idea. We grab these destructive conceptual ideals and add to the already tumultuous log of insane and unstable ideas waiting in the queue to enter the door of our collective mindset. It is our forefathers’ validation of destruction and carnage which needs more souls to incarcerate, not our desire to cease its existence. No one is safe from its savage tentacles. We as a species need to realize that this juice we are putting in our psychic engine is faulty. Fuelled with psychotic by-products which solidify fear.

I now look at turbulence as an antiquated entity, in fear of its own extinction. I now have complete resolve in my own knowing, that humans are more superior than I have ever imagined, in the universality of our mandate, even without the egoic injection of validation which the souls compassionate and abstract understanding that we are the proverbial ‘children left out in the rain’. As the water washes over our collective loneliness, it coats our potential with yet another addiction. In feeding this hungry, ravenous egoic beast which has been set loose on us and nature.

I am observing. Those we deem as our guides, gatekeepers, protectors, healers and prophets have neglected their posts to be on the periphery of consciousness, enabling our mistakes to synthesize and blend into evolutions compassionate well of tears. Their falsified commitment is leading the collective into their genocidal doom, and total destruction of the earth itself. Yet we apathetically stare at our so-called leaders achievements and almost simultaneously applaud them en masse whether they have been successful or not. We have created a malignant right to survive. Forfeiting our meaningful existence into a banal destiny only to suffer in the insignificant consequential wake. This has nothing to do with our true collective destiny.    

We co-create with passion, an evolutionary concoction of distortion by feeding the lies which have infiltrated our collective imagination, allowing it to be eaten, or should I say devoured, from the inside out. We have let the wolf in the door of our collective free will. It seems he will just have to eat us all until there is nothing left.  We tell tales of his greed for the human spirit. Alas we do not see this oppressor. We feel a disdain by the way we are treated. We are mocked continuously everyday. We are satiated with brokenness, imperfection. Drowned in a continuous cycle of defeat, playing out the victim-perpetrator paradigm on a daily basis. A paradigm which has seen a massive shift throughout humanities historical imprint, creating an anti-morphosis from a creative perception, interplaying with the dominion of the planet, to a destructive and defeated perception, which is incapable of rising to the challenge, nor has any desire to. Yet throughout our mythos, stories have surfaced and been given credible longevity of the oppressed overpowering the oppressor.

Always with an unseen divine power interplaying and interweaving itself through the motivative enlightening thread of each word. This is our food which we are denied. Being the hunter gatherers that we are, we must pay homage to the past for keeping this paradigm open, under insurmountable odds. Each evening as we are being fed the synthetic fear-based disinformation to feed our fear ridden hearts, we can duly masticate on the synthetic fear-based foods prepared in laboratories with indescribable concoctions which no human should ever ingest, nonetheless help create.


© David O'Brien 2011

Monday, December 19, 2011


Artwork by Andrew A. Gonzales


She hides, not within my words, but within me
I could cry a billion tears for she has been hidden
From our reckless hearts. Oh Mother, thy sacredness
Has been kept safe within my heart, within my mind
You left a candle burning from the edge of time.
Now the dance begins, the primal, the blood of earth.

Man forms himself with broken images of the divine
His polymorphic veils hide the weak and slowly dying
I contemplate this madness, infusing it with innocence
In my life, my Sophianic life, death seems more pleasant
Now, than it has ever been. No more screaming, crying
No more sacrifice to hidden deities of lust and lustre.

The mirror is reflecting the sacredness of natures bliss
I will miss the quaint contusions of hiding in the dark
Waiting to be found in the isolation of the illuminated soul.
I will miss the benevolent concoctions firing up my soul.
For she hides no more from my wanton exasperations
Now my search is over, now I must prepare to breathe.

I am satiated with the mystical reverence I find in thee,
Now, even more, I am humble of the earths divine milk.
It nurtures me in giving the knowledge of which I seek.
The meek will abolish the reptilian mind into the ether
As it stagnates the human creative metaphor to evolve.
So I watch with distorted vision, the treacherous attack.

The bold and the wise have been infiltrated by treachery
Their deaths are forgotten the moment they are separated
From earth into caskets of wood coated with synthetic lacquer
They will forever be separated from the divine mother soul,
Their tormented souls will burn in the hell they helped to create
Their rotting corpses will spoil the earths sacred underbelly.

So, Mother, now we have found each other, stay within me,
Give me the strength, the understanding, the knowledge to be
A seer for truth and justice, a man with an enviable purpose
As I lay buried within your fertile soil, my words will free the soul
Giving each a glimpse of the wonderment you meant to my life
Giving each the knowledge to free themselves of this treachery.

Beautiful Sophia, as my words linger in the ears of the new warriors
Burn within their hearts to forge ahead and rid them of this madness
Burn a new fire, which tantalises and strengthens us to be brave
Walk in the darkness of spirit, the light will surely find your heartbeat
Offer hymns and prayers of sanctity in rejoice that we are together
Take us to the true Godhead, so we both find the original Eden.


© David O'Brien 2011

Sunday, December 18, 2011



You must TRUST that there will never be a moment when your enlightenment will not be validated. There will be times when your aloneness will blanket your sorrows which you have kept close, though never shared. These sorrows are beautiful glimpses into the amazing depths of your Divine Humanity. As your tears soak onto a landscape where the fallen have endeavoured to uncover a wonderment so benevolent that all other divine momentum seems futile. We are witnessing a 'moment in time' when mother (earth) and child (human) reunite for their journey home. The men who have nurtured this understanding deep within their psyche will be free to follow the women and children into the new epoch. 

The unholy & brutalised minds of the men who continue to perpetuate their death doctrines will perish, as their barbaric icons and documents are buried with them in the sacred tomb of the Divine Earth. There they will stay for 1000 years, as they destroy, with others of like mind , themselves over and over again. 

As the women dance their magik dances and the children play their magik games, we as holy men protect these sacred rituals. Guarding them from the 'predation' which seems to be present in the moment of magikal perception. 

Could there be an mechanism embedded within each sacred moment which is also its destruction? 

A mechanism so hidden, that we have no idea it even exists. Yet we are at the mercy of this chaotic pendulum. We anticipate the dangers from within. The urges to overpower and dominate the sacred. These urges manifest in the depths of our minds as we are now infected with many forms of deceptive subversion.

Our Sacredness has been infiltrated !

Our true nature has been disturbed in a perpetual inclusion of detriment. The light we each shine has been surrended to a 'Chaotic Collective Anomaly' whose continuous atrophy is becoming our reality. It is a dense matter to extrapolate this black goo from within out psyches. 


© David O'Brien 2011

Thursday, December 15, 2011



Each day  as I gaze momentarily into the 'Fear Culture', visions of a momentum in 'Spiritual Genocide' greet me with a lucidity I have not seen before. The 'Light Workers' are fighting their fight, as if they are sentient beings sent by the 'Light' to rid humanity of 'Evil'.  'Evil' only exists in the minds of men and nowhere else in the universe. The 'Light' is being threatened, tortured and even murdered for the right to its beliefs. Whether true intent nurture those energising this fractured matrix, they are still craving somewhat of a dignified death.

A dignified death! 'Light Workers' are allowing, by invocation, more etheric beings to help them with their beast. Spinning spells with their sword, plunging into a syntax which dignifies death. No one has not had a good life. No-one has been bound to this psychopathic mind. Are we not pure desire, but from loyalty to another mind. A mind of subtle graciousness, it cannot be replicated. Nor can it be imitated. We know this. This is Gnosis. 

The tincture of this anomaly which seeks dignity, comes from an ancient desire to be bound. Indoctrinated into schizophrenic bliss. A blissful chaotic contentment, in which immoral vacuums of desolation coat each of us, as the metal rain settles onto our gracious mother, then proceeds to poison her. This is prog - Gnosis. 

We know too much. We are the first ones who know 'too much' in two thousand years. We died a thousand times to bring this knowing to all, access to the Library. Within those walls we became saint, sinner, and to dinner came the enemy. With luscious gifts and saviore faire to taint your perplexity. And we bought it!  We owned it as if it were our blood and bone. Then we gladly gave our thrones away for plastic chairs.  

The silt of the earth has been littered with 'Fallen Prophets'. Those of us who break
themselves open, then broken further by the broken blade. The 'Marked Ones' who are denied of their fulfilment. This is misogyny at play, with its devious and deceptive intent. This game we were ordered to play is OVER. You have said it so. 

As we drift beyond the Red Sea, in ships bound together with divine intent on our journey homeward. We take the last glance back to bid a mediocre storm fair well. For even in its unmagnificence, it created you to be brighter,  than you have ever been before. This inconsequential rift trying to replicate human divinity has allowed us to see, within its murky waters, a reflection of a sorrow we need to heal. That we are here to heal. 

So the Soul is on the 'Chopping Block', the guillotine which separated each of us from each others love. Remember.... 'THE BLADE FALLS FROM THE SKY'.... make no mistake of that.


© David O'Brien 2011  

Friday, December 9, 2011




Throughout many centuries, lies and deception have been the tools used by Corporations, Governments and Religions to coerce the masses into conforming to their will. Many of us who are undernourished and underwhelmed at their mediocre and feeble attempts to sway our integrity and social moral by a continuous barrage of images and news articles as to the pain and suffering of the human species. Images we rarely forget. Humanity, on the whole has still thrived as an organic entity using the collective imagination to create wonderful and potentially miraculous inventions and discoveries to fulfil our purpose here on this amazing alive planet. During the course of the centuries men who have indulged in acquiring power for their own desire come under a spell, which the rest of us are protected from. Historical record shows us that while their psychopathic tendencies demand they inflict pain on the masses, these beasts, which really can't be called human, always come to an abrupt Holt, as it will be in this moment in time. We know there is a cyclic continuum that permeates through each moment in time. We are continually confronted with this perceptual energy. Yet in my knowledge, destruction seems to be relegated within the Patriarchal Systemic evolution as a necessity for it to evolve.

Why is this & why are we berated and shunned as ordinary folk when we question this anomaly?

In my lifetime I have been privy to most if not all the components of anger within the male psyche. Predation or otherwise. My conclusions may not offer you a solution to the current dilemma, but in the wisdom I have collated I implore you if you are a man you need to hear me out. We as compassionate and empathical creatures have been denied one component of the human story. Our true CREATION MYTH. Whether you are religious or not, the destabilizing factor which the Oligarchs create, is due to the fact that since the beginning of the Patriarchal System, new creation myths have been concocted to take the place of one that was embellished and celebrated within the Matriarchal System. Although many, if not most men in our western culture shy away from the concept, their refusal to awaken themselves, and their continual denial that the within the feminine psyche there lies an innate ability to nurture. Regardless of what your belief systems tell you of that period of time, the mystical earth was a preeminent priority. In that deed of nurturing the planet, there came a flow on effect into the collective consciousness of being willing and able to nurture ourselves. So please reach into your soul and find the answer to this continual obliteration? Natural Systems have a nourishment and freedom component we have not seen on this planet since the beginning of the Dark Ages.

Yet we continually, as a gender, justify this synthetic machismo we have created. Have we ever existed in Harmony? This question poses scholars to direct us to moments in contemporary history when there were no wars. Short, if not tiny sporadic periods were momentarily celebrated. But to no avail. War has always returned. More violent, more destructive as the one before. Today, at this very moment in time we stand at the precipice of total annihilation or total freedom. One is going to succeed; one is going to be the winner. It is up to the individual to come to the conclusion which one. Sure, there will never be another global matriarchal system in place, there needs to be a fusion of the both genders to render this destruction redundant. ‘A HOLYARCHAL’ if you like. A New System of evolution is at our reach. Embrace it. War has never been the answer. Will never be. Let us enjoy our stay here on this big ball hurtling through space. Find PEACE within yourself, and then share it.

STAY SACRED MY FRIENDS...we are journeying through fear, the end is near. 

© Copyright David O'Brien 2011